"I think you should not enter Russia in the future. Who knows if these old idiots will tear you alive, or cut off your little brother to serve as a vodka drink. Anyway, you have offended these polar bears, oh,
I will mourn for you." On the bus back to the hotel, Saint Cassie joked about the scorer in this game.
"Forget it, I didn't plan to go to that dead and cold place again. It is a scourge for European football. Whether it is the Champions League or the Europa League, who wants to travel long distances to play away games in such a far place?
It’s time to disqualify them from the European competition and let them play with themselves.” The prince smiled mockingly to himself.
"But you did go too far. You scored five goals in two games and went on a killing spree without sparing any mercy. It's so cruel. If I were the president of Russia, I would issue a special decree banning you Jose Callejon from entering the country.
, I believe that the Russian Federation Parliament passed it unanimously, and from now on you have become the most unwelcome person in Russia." Delaled came over to join in the fun, but what he said made the prince's face full of black lines.
"Can we stop mentioning Russia? You are usually a sexy girl who is longer than the beautiful woman next door, but why are you in the mood to talk nonsense with me today?" The prince was afraid of these teammates. He was stupid and couldn't help it.
Taking advantage, we have no choice but to surrender.
"Isn't this a joy? You usually don't show any interest in beautiful women. If you hadn't found a beautiful Hollywood star, we would really not dare to sleep in the same room with you for fear of having our anus exploded in the middle of the night. What if it was the other way around?
I can still accept it." Torres was unscrupulous and unscrupulous, and it seemed that he was suitable for both men and women.
"Damn. The more you talk, the more senseless you are. I think you are empty, lonely and cold! How about we find something meaningful to do, so that you don't just think about banging this anus and that whore, which has no taste at all."
The prince quickly changed the topic, otherwise the atmosphere would get tense among everyone and something might happen again.
"What can we, a group of old men, do if we don't talk about some common hobbies? Do you want to contribute your daisies to us?" Villa's hobbies are so unique.
The prince suddenly felt his anus tighten, and he felt like he couldn't hold it back.
"Why don't we go shave our heads and have fun together? I've long wanted to show off my big face on the court. What do you think?" Ramos, this idiot, calmed down the car full of players as soon as he said this.
"I have no objection!" The bald Senna touched his bald head and said dejectedly. Then he was thundered by everyone.
"Fuck you uncle. If you think your hair is too long, just shave it off. It's none of our business!" Puyol, who has hair as long as a lion, yelled. Although Ramos also has long flowing hair, he doesn't seem to pay much attention to hygiene.
, I often don’t wash my hair, and when I run on the court, my dandruff flies like snowflakes, which is extremely disgusting.
"Okay, okay, I think Sergio's suggestion is good. Of course, this doesn't mean it has to be like this. Anyone who wants to make a fuss can go together, and those who don't want to go are not forced to go. What do you think?"
The captain, Saint Cassie, spoke and finally calmed everyone down.
At last, everyone counted, Torres, Villa, Silva, Marchena, plus the proposed Ramos, there were a total of 6 players who wanted to shave their heads collectively. Of course, the prince, a soft-hearted guy, couldn't resist a few good ones.
After being teased by gay friends, I became one of the 6 people.
"Oh my God. What on earth have I done wrong to punish my hair like this? You know, I wash, condition and wax my hair every day. I am more dedicated than taking care of my sons. But today they are leaving me.
Come on." The prince tugged on his short hair and muttered something funny, making everyone laugh.
After returning to the hotel, a few of them asked for leave and headed hand in hand to the best barber shop in the city. In fact, you don’t even need to find a stylist to shave your bald head. Any barber shop is guaranteed to do it.
They didn't hold back any points. The prince guessed that they wanted to see if there were sexy girls in the big styling stores for them to tease, these animals who think about their lower bodies. What the prince didn't know was that he didn't object at all in his heart, and he looked like a
He has a very high-spirited nature and is a typical sullen and obscene man.
The sound of the electric clippers "squeaked" became loud. After a while, the six people sitting side by side turned into bald heads, looking extremely imposing.
After the hairdresser's assistant wiped several people clean, the shiny bald heads looked very funny. Under the illumination of the light, they reflected a strange light. Several people looked at each other, and they all burst out in unison.
A hearty laugh broke out.
"I found that your head is not suitable for shaving. You are an alien. Haven't you noticed it before?" Villa looked at his far forward partner and frowned, finally thinking of his head.
It looks like something, I can't help but complain.
"Go, go, go, you're not much better, you're a roundabout guy, be careful when you get on the court and let others use it as a ball for you to kick again!" Torres, of course, couldn't show weakness, retorted.
Several people belittled each other for a long time, but in short, no one was decent. They generously paid money to flirt with the sexy female assistant in scantily clad clothes, and the few of them strolled back humming a little song.
After returning to the hotel, what awaited them was naturally the unbridled ridicule of their teammates, and then a full-scale fight broke out. The bald heads fought against other players, and the sky was dark, and the sun and the moon were irrelevant.
The last bald man's numerical disadvantage was too obvious. Even if Senna, a dark and tough guy, joined the battle, there was no way to compete with his opponents. After a while, they all surrendered their guns and begged for mercy.
Fortunately, the hotel had been booked by the Spanish team, otherwise other tourists would have been so scared that they would have peed when they saw such a strange scene.
However, a reporter stationed outside captured the scene of everyone entering the hotel with bald heads. This was big news. It was even more eye-catching than Spain's advancement to the finals. Now they were considered prosperous.
The prince rubbed his shiny bald head and couldn't help but feel melancholy. He didn't know how long it would take for it to grow back. Will he have to show off his bald head from now on?
Tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep, the prince really wanted to get up and take the guys who encouraged him to shave his head and cut his penis into eight pieces.
Torres, who was on the bed next door, was snoring loudly. He seemed to be very satisfied with his new hairstyle. He grinned in his sleep, drooled, and his pillow turned into a wetland. Hey, he is such a nervous person.
